The Pizza Tapes

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun That's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know, I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans The only thing a gambler nee

Come take this gun off of me I won't shoot any more It's getting too dark to see And I feel like I'm knocking on heaven's door Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door Kno

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost, but now I'm found 'T was blind, but now I see 'T was grace that taught my heart to feel And grace my fears relieved How precious did that grace appear The hour I first be